Spangles and big sleeps
A grey and rainy morning. Cups of tea in bed, looking at Seaford Head. Up and cooking breakfast when I got a spangly migraine. Lorraine went to feed Mickey the cat, at Squirrel's End, see Pat and Maureen, and go to Morrisons. I slept. Then when Lorraine was back finished reading the last few chapters of The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler. Loved it. Then on impulse Lorraine and I found the film version this afternoon. The story a bit simplified and mangled, but Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall made up for it. Neither of us remembered seeing The Big Sleep before. Spoke to Mum this evening, she'd met up with Romy successfully and the Romster got her a cab back home. I'm going up tomorrow to see her. To bed fairly early.